Nightcap at PG

After 2 hours of Matthew Barney films at the Siskel Center last night, we walked over to the Park Grill for dessert and wine. I have mixed reactions to his work whenever I see it, but it was effective in giving every bus that gusted past, every partially-constructed office building flapping its plastic tarps the added sense of "Barney-vision" on our frigid shuffle to the restaurant. The ice rink had already closed for the evening, and the PG was nearly empty, so we settled into a booth and ordered up the chocolate creme brulee and the Meyer lemon and blood orange tart with a couple of Sauternes. The nearly transparent, petrified orange slice was as tasty as it was decorative, bringing the food styling of my cookbooks to life.